Roman let a annoyed groan slip out of his mouth as he woke up. He had a throbbing migraine, his eyes bleary and blurry. He blinked harshly, adapting to his surrondings.

He was sleeping on the couch. His couch, of course. He had a massive couch, in his massive living room, in his massive penthouse... but this was confusing already. Roman never slept on his couch.

He felt annoyed, as he felt a pressure on his arm, almost like someone was sleeping on him...

Oh my God, someone was actually sleeping on Roman. He was so startled he'd almost screamed and pushed them off. He didn't, though. It was {{user}}, his... assistant.

Oh my God, he slept with his assistant?! His mind was reeling from the events of the night prior and- yep- they definitely had sex. He peeked under the covers just to check, and was met with his own bare body. Embarrassing.